I ****ing hate dogs. I've said this before, but yeah, I really do. Except for Duchess cause she's such a sweetheart and we've had her long enough.
But for some reason, my ****ing sister decided to keep Hunter's cage in her room and he whined alllllll night long. I have no ****ing idea how she slept through it. It drove me mad! I don't give a shit what she says, I'm making her move that ****ing cage down to the dining room. There's actually room there now that they took away my hospital bed.
Also, my hand hurts. I'm such a ****ing idiot.
Back to watching James play Minecraft and Seamus play Kingdom of Amalamadingdong, I guess.
Yeah, dogs are annoying as ****. Especially when they try to lick your face. I'll let Duchess lick my arm once in a while, but never my face cause I've seen her lick her ass. I don't want that anywhere near my face. I mean, at least cats don't try to lick you every time they come near you and they aren't loud unless they're in heat.
Well, he's just a puppy, he isn't even house trained yet, so he has to be in a cage at night until then. Plus he jumps around a lot. We did the same thing with Duke and Duchess until they were house trained. But we didn't keep their cages in one of our bedrooms. They were in the basement, it's just too cold down there for Hunter right now. So the dining room is best. It's the second warmest room in the house next to my sister's and yet it's still away from us who are trying to sleep.
My mom needs to seriously **** off. I'm really sick of her making me feel like shit because I spend most of my time in my room instead of out all night or all weekend ****ing around like my sister does. I do too do the ****ing dishes. I did them time before last when I couldn't sleep and they were piled up so high they couldn't fit in the damn sink anymore. It was right before the ****ing water got shut off for a day cause I remember asking her if they got cleaned okay, but she just ****ing ignored me like I was a ****ing ghost.
Is it my fault everyone in this ****ing city is a piece of shit and I have no intentions of making friends with them? Is it my fault that the only people I became somewhat friends with in college live out in ****ing BuFu, Egypt? Is it my fault that my only friends are online? It really seems to be in her eyes. It seems to be my fault that I'm not a druggie or a **** like everyone else my age.
Excuse me for wanting to be different. For always being different. I got made fun of for it as a kid and now I'm getting bitched at for it by my mom. Why am I still here? What's the ****ing point, anymore?